I, Edith Close-Vaziri was never considered a writer during my education years. My writing did not improve until I participated in a teacher training that gave some pointers. In 1998, I took part in the USC writing project where the leaders and we as members of the class shared a lesson with the others. One day one of the fellow teachers led a lesson on poetry which I really expected to be a disaster. She had us make scribbles and then write about we were thinking about as we scribbled. My thoughts were going in circles about my husband, my son, the school where I taught, and the church I attended. I had become overwhelmed with all the demands on me and needed some release. To my surprise the poem I wrote “Vanishing Dreams” was a release because I spoke to the four and came up with a solution.
After that I did introduce some poetry in my teaching. However, my spiritual poetry actually started during the serving of an interim pastor when I wrote poems inspired by his sermons. I realized that I had received a special gift from the Holy Spirit when I wrote a poem about a young woman that I had heard a little about but had never met. She died in a tragic plane accident that was reported in international news. I wrote the poem before I attended the memorial service with my husband; very little was added to the poem after that service.